Lyrics:

Chassagne’s evocative illustration of her homeland on “Haiti”, the country her parents fled in the 1960s is both distantly exotic and starkly violent, perfectly evoking a nation in turmoil.
Haïti, mon pays
Wounded mother I’ll never see
Ma famille set me free
Throw my ashes into the sea

Mes cousins, jamais nés
Hantent les nuits de Duvalier
Rien n'arrete nos esprits
Guns can’t kill what soldiers can’t see

In the forest we are hiding
Unmarked graves where flowers grow
Hear the soldiers angry yelling
In the river we will go

Tous les morts-nés forment une armée
Soon we will reclaim the earth
All the tears and all the bodies
Bring about our second birth

Haïti, never free
N'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme
Tes enfants sont partis
In those days their blood was still warm